A lost & broken young man
Swirling around in the desert’s dust
Never able to reach a potential promised
Wasting away; a young life gone bust
But the Almighty works in mysterious ways
Why He looks after lost sheep? I can’t tell
But in my most hopeless hours, I believed
& that’s when I found my Southern Belle

The unsteady horizon rocking me
I’m doing my best to remain upright
Another desert soul back to sea
Taking steps to catch my fall tonight
My eyes are exhausted & can’t open
Cautiously alert for what’s out there
Wished & prayed never return again
The ocean’s been a dangling nightmare

Fifteen dollars & a broken jaw to boot
Expanding cities complete with souls for sale
Government land, but it’s not something to own
Your identity stolen down a worn migration trail
Pushing eighty-five before the winter sun goes down
Desert road adventures through the land of the free
Missing midnight mass for its not yet that time
Rumors & hints of how much you really mean to me
Your voice remains dry after another weekend
Do you remember the faces of all those left undone
Our days pass on by in those decadent whispers
Though all our remaining years will pass by as one

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I used to be a different person. This used to be a different blog. This incarnation is my attempt to share my words anonymously. Sorry ladies, this Pirate's booty is spoken for. But feel free to admire. 💚☘🌴⚓️☕️